Vaughn s Choice
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
My mother once wore combat boots. She joined the Marines, bested more than half of the other enlisteds during boot camp, and actually killed some unlucky Iraqi in the Gulf War. She said it was a clean shot through his heart. Officially, the military didn't allow women on the battlefield, but open warfare promotes real priorities. My mother, in a uniform, was as unisex as it gets, and her C.O. didn't give a fuck about sex the day tanks rolled across the Kuwait border.
Her war experience affected her, but not in the classic way. She wasn't troubled by nightmares or flashbacks. It was hardly a real war, having lasted long enough to drive across that postage stamp of a country. It made her throw up. She told me once, she couldn't stomach America's new military role. Peacekeepers, World Cops, however the boys in (what used to be called) the War Department wanted to spin it.
In her own home town, mother had seen enough poverty, sickness, legal atrocities, oppressive culture, and the suppression of women to piss on the whole charade. Mom would have happily racheted a machine gun the moment orders came down to take out America's fundamentalist jack-boots. She got pregnant with me, on purpose, to end her active duty. She returned to the city of her childhood to run a free medical clinic.
I grew up basking in her strength and joy of the moment, but time wore the sugar coating to the bitter pill. My mother was dying. I thought her painful bouts at the toilet had something to do with her period. The doctor at the clinic couldn't find a cause, but she begged her to join the class-action suit against the military. Having read about 'syndrome' cases, the doctor incontrovertibly decided mom was another victim of the war.
Mom didn't think that way. She understood, when she joined the military, that results were more important than troops. She believed in the goal, protect America from foreign enemies. That she might have ended up poisoned was the chance she took, but it had been her choice. If others wanted to sue the government, well, she wouldn't call them wrong. A lot of folk think the military's every button is as shining and noble as their TV commercials.
For my own thoughts, I was barely sixteen and wished the president would give us a million bucks. My mom had already made her million bucks. She named him Sam. That's me. I didn't know she was dying until near the end. She didn't really suffer more than the homeless people she helped, but she hated pity. My mother didn't lie to me about it. She just never out and said, 'the calcium in my bones is evaporating.'
My mother is a lesbian. She and the doctor used to make out on the sofa bed in our rent controlled in-law, but that was before she began losing her breath at odd moments. I suspect their political differences about the military proved their undoing. They had their spat, never had sex again, and continued to work together professionally. Mother decided to not spend time looking for a new partner. It really is that hard to find decent lesbian spouses among the hets, faux lesbos, and drama dykes. The effort wasn't worth it, since the clinic was her professional life and I was her private life.
One muggy day we decided to build a cooling fan for our bathroom window. She scrounged an electric motor from a discarded, fancy scooter, and I trimmed fan blades out of slats from a wooden crate.
"This bastard's got two horse power. It's going to blow a wind tunnel through the house. Better tether your dolls."
"Action figures, mom."
"Sure, and those brightly colored, stuffed animals are collectables."
"I don't play with them anymore."
"Then you might as well bring girls home for the night."
This surprised me, but I knew she was kidding. "Sure, so you can seduce them away from me with your hard body and commanding 'tude."
"Hah! This body's gone soft, and even my own son don't pay me respect."
I replied in my girlfriend voice. "Shut up."
"Yeah, right. Make me."
Well, I had to try. Tools scattered across the floor as I tackled her. She pinned me with a reversal by reflex.
"Did you time me?" She gloated. Her tall body felt unusually pliant laying on top of me, and her torso quivered slightly. Her breathing felt odd, lungs against my lungs, as if it were a struggle.
"Maybe half a second. You still got it."
"You're getting heavier. I thought it took longer."
"You're the boss."
"Sam, I wish you wouldn't say that."
"What?"
"I'm your mother. I'm responsible for you, but I'm tired of being the boss. You're nearly grown, and I've done a fine job of raising you. Be proud Sam. You're my best gift to this world, and it's my gift to you. From now on, you're your own boss." Five inches from my face, I watched her face relax into a reassuring smile.
I don't know how they could have, but her words choked me up. I had tears in my eyes. Perhaps her voice simply resonated with my heart - I swear it stopped beating for one count. I exhaled sharply and just snuffled for air and gulped saliva. My mother, the power in my life, had freed me. I hugged her just long enough to hide my face in her shoulder.
She stood up and reached a hand down. I lay there. She was my goddess. I didn't know much about spirituality, but my mom's spirit blazed like holy light. I knew the moment I took her hand she would suddenly become my best friend. I was afraid.
"Suit yourself." She turned and bent to collect the tools. "I'll fasten the blades to the motor, tomorrow, while you're at school. These look fine." She slid one sanded length along her palm like she was testing a knife for sharpness.
Behind her, I finally lifted my ass off the floor and shook off the dust. I thought everything was back to normal, until she straightened and turned around.
I'm sure you had to be there, but for the in my life I noticed the clothes she was wearing. I guess in my mind she was always the drill sergeant, or the handyman, or a dozen other male roles I had hung around her neck. She was wearing a dress. It wasn't very blousey, but it said more about her hips than her shoulders. Her breasts never did stand out, but there she was, visibly female.
I wasn't about to admit to myself why it made a difference. All of a sudden, I wanted to run out of the house and find my mother. Sanity interrupted my fancy. Mom had worn this dress and others for the last ten years. Maybe it was the contrast. One minute, we were building something together, something masculine, a loud wind machine, the next she was laying on top of me, soft and pretty.
She noticed me staring at her in a very conspicuous manner. She looked at me like I was nuts. "Get the vacuum cleaner and un-dust the rug." She lifted the tool box and headed toward the kitchen.
"I thought I was the boss now."
"Then tell yourself to do it."
"What if I told you to do it?"
"Make me."
It was definitely a time of change around the house. Her, me, we, and everything that made us family were all spinning around like that feeling you get in your gut when you're about to try something new. Out of the blue, my gut wanted to make her, make her do something of my will. I couldn't take my mom in a fair fight, and she could take anybody in a dirty one. I wanted to be her boss, real bad. This time I decided to brave anything she put in my way. It was as if a stone had settled into a comfortable spot in my stomach.
"I'm telling you. Get the vacuum, and clean this rug." I steeled my gaze and prayed I didn't blink first.
"Nice try." Mom offered her usual 'amused at her kid' grin, but for one microsecond I thought I saw something else.
I took a step towards her, not threatening, just confident. "If you didn't hear me the first time, I will repeat myself." This was my mother's own signal she used when her patience was wearing thin. I'd rather not mention how often I'd heard it. My heart pounded. Inside, I wanted this more than anything. I wanted her to acquiesce.
"Sam, are you sure you want to start this?" She returned a different version of her attitude about crossing her. If her voice hadn't hinted at a slight lack of breath I would have backed down in an instant.
"Yes, and to finish it. Get the vacuum, mom." I never raised my voice.
My mother, her eyes dropped for a fraction of a second. The world turned upside down. My stomach flip-flopped. I swallowed but never blinked.
"I'll get the vacuum." She said simply and set down the tool box.
It couldn't have been that easy. I was struck dumb. Now what?, my mind raced. I had burned all my jet fuel trying to keep my cool. If I didn't get away soon I was going to lose it, but I didn't want to act totally lame. She wasn't going to let me get away with absolute victory. I may have had the high hand this round, but she was still my mom for the next two years. I picked up wood bits and pieces of wire, anything that might choke a vacuum. I was just heading outside when I heard the motor switch on.
That day, I felt like I had stepped across the grand canyon. Will against will, my successful contest to best my mother filled my head euphoric. I trembled at the thought of it, but I wanted to do it again.
It took longer than a week for my courage to return. Our lives remained mostly the same. She managed the clinic ten hours a day, keeping it organized for the doctor and her assistants. I farted around with my friends, wasting time, learning how to survive teen society. They thought I was cool for having an openly gay mother but didn't ask what her actual love life was like.
Her's was dull. She might have been celibate, excluding normal, personal options. She entertained a few friends and went out for a show or dinner, but the last hint of romance was buried in her loud, but unintelligible, argument with Joyce, the doctor. They would call each other occasionally, but mother never discussed her relationships, at least not with me.
My sex life was outright abusive, self abusive. Some girls thought I was gay, (like mother, like son), others preferred the chest beating of my male peers over my cultivated respect for a woman's power. Oh heck, I dated a bit, but they were tepid interludes. I usually found girls my age less reasonable than soap opera characters.
I shouldn't insult them. I didn't act my age either. I was far too mature for my own good. I was in love with my mom which, ironically, is ridiculously immature. I was the man. She was the woman. At least that's what my body said, every five hours. To this day I can't believe how often I jacked off. I've never regretted it. Mom discussed sex with me in her usual direct way.
"When you get an erection, jack it off and enjoy it. Once you learn how you like your sexual pleasure, you'll have a lot more fun sharing it with your future lovers."
Of course society has its taboos, some worthy, others random, most could use a little rethinking. I had listened around enough to know where to and when to palm my cock. But my fantasies were mine explore however which way I wanted. Mom certainly had no sexual thoughts about me. This, I discovered during an incredible circumstance, was not as limiting as it might suggest.
Remember, I was sixteen, raised to examples of confidence, discipline, and respect, and I had the hormones of a satyr. I excelled at public school, snubbed vapid girls, and masturbated to the sound of my mother repairing the oil fired heating unit in the basement. It may not have been mother nature's way, but for me sexual pleasure hit its peak when I included my mother in my fantasies. These fantasies increasingly revolved around making her obey me.
The second time I contested her will, I thought I'd be kicked out of the house. I had imagined I was playing a game of dice with my mom, using dice with invisible pips. More to the truth, it was like cracking the code on a safe wrapped in dynamite.
We were sanding the ancient wooden floor in the main room, preparing it for a new coat of lacquer. Mother was glowing. Sunlight from the window glistened through the sweat cooling her skin. What was normally a loose tank top was now fully plastered around her midsection. I watched her with brief, intense glances. I didn't give her tits a single shot, but her hips, damn they moved like they were attached to a wheel. I swear, even on her knees, her power of action was driven from her legs. Her arms were merely conduits of thigh energy.
We had been scraping the old varnish for three hours without a break. Yeah, I was in shape, but I wasn't particularly well built. I was nearly as thin as my mom. I was certainly more tired. At one point I asked myself a simple question. Why? What the hell was I doing this for? Shit, I could be out with my friends, but I had told them this weekend I was supposed to help mom with the house.
We saved rent by doing our own repairs. We also fixed stuff for the renters of the main house occasionally, just to be neighborly, she told me. They were an older couple, gay men who didn't approve of lesbian mothers. Go figure. I'm glad I never had to talk to them.
Right in the middle of the work, I stood up and looked down at my mom. "Call me when you're finished. I'll help you with the reapplication." I felt my eyes testing hers once more. Who's would be strong enough?
She looked up, initially surprised. Her eyelids extended, and I already knew the sentence leaping to her mind. "Get your butt back down before I make it a permanent fixture to the floor."
"Sam, I'm not in the mood for levity..."
I told her, "I'm not being funny, nor is this fair, but it is what I've decided."
I thought she was going to shake her head, disapprove. She stood up and slapped my face. It was all wrong. My mother never hit me in anger.
Later, I discovered it wasn't anger that motivated her. She needed my help. She was growing ill. Her vast energy reserves were seeping into the aether, and they would never return. She knew she was still quite strong, but she also knew her fate. Mother had locked her secret behind a steel wall of cryptic emotions. It was my fate to decipher them.
My head twisted around, straining a neck muscle. "Ow!" I grabbed my neck, but I had to stand my ground. I was so stupid. "Fine, you can paint the damn thing too, by yourself!"
I told you mother never cried, but I haven't said she never mourned. We were only human, a parent and child beginning to separate in the cause of independent foolishness. Only my mother was doomed to accrue dependence like frost on a window. You witnessed it's growth but couldn't see it growing. One day she would rely on me absolutely for remainder of her short life. Mother would bear witness as I found my own voice and opinions, but it was still too early for a child challenging himself to see anything more than his own interests.
Mother didn't apologize for hitting me. She turned to one side, ignored me, then looked at the floor. Many seconds later, she crouched down and picked up the sandpaper.
Once more, my chutzpah failed, and I backed out of the room as my ego drained. I made dinner that night and washed the dishes, but nothing could have made up for my transgression. Mother didn't speak to me for a night and a day. I was pretty worried, but that night, when I jacked off, my thoughts replayed the day's event. At the point when I remembered her sigh, my orgasm hit me harder than her open palm. Cum flew all over my naked body.
Maturity and I were locked in a wrestling match. I really thought I acted more like an adult than my peers, but I certainly had a childish way of showing it. My silly game with mother played out over many months. However, I never lost myself to it. I only defied my mother when I was fully possessed of my faculties. If I had ever controlled her with less than a full head, she would have walked right over me. In a way she was controlling me, teaching me something penultimately adult.
"Mother, ask the neighbors for a nice apple. These are too spotted."
"Mother, get the TV from the main room and set it up on the table while I eat dinner."
"Mother, stand right there. I need to change my clothes. You can add these in the washing machine." Acting on a powerful impulse, I removed every shred of modesty right in front of her. My cock could not have remained soft under those circumstances.
I kept getting hard-ons. Controlling her was incredibly erotic, for me. Mother was about as interested in penises as a taxi driver is in public transit. But after the first time I showed her my erect dick, it became an integral part of the act. She didn't care enough to roll her eyes. To me, it was a virile display of my new manhood. To her, I suppose she decided not to suppress what might prove an innate male trait, believing in the myth of visual seduction.
Although I masturbated constantly, my ability to command mother occurred on infrequent days of the month. We would spend weeks of regular, sort of, mom/kid activities. I'd keep my shit from piling up around the house. I invited friends over on days comfortable to her. She'd ground me for driving a friend's car before I earned my license.
I got drunk one night and told her to suck my cock. She told me, in English plain enough for a sotted brain to understand, I would not talk to her that way. The next day she enrolled me as a volunteer at a alcohol recovery clinic. I never let my friends booze me up again.
It was long, my journey of self-possession. Mother's power over me was a different kind of possession. Once I mastered her parental right to push and constrain me I was complete, my own man. I had a long way to go.
I was nearing my seventeenth birthday, and feeling realistically cocky. My path that night led me to my mother, who was sacked out on the sofa bed. She slept in the living room, and I had a walk-in closet. Coats and trousers and good tops hung above my cheap futon. It was very well insulated for the city's.
"Hi mom. I know it's late, but I want to look at you lying there." I stood in the archway between the living room and the kitchen. I was fully naked. I couldn't tell her state of dress as she lay under thick covers.
"Please, push your blankets and sheets down. I want to see you."
Mother always contested me. Her eyes met mine and informed me this was not something she was going to do. I received her message silently, kept my face blank, and slowly nodded my head.
"I could turn them down myself, but do you really want me to fix your bed for you?"
She blinked at that. I didn't know she mentally added, 'like you were an invalid', to the end of my question. She sighed and then looked at me in way I would never forget. It was the look of need. Slowly, out from under the covers, one arm after another snaked its way free. They haltingly pushed the warm spreads down to her thighs. I've seen her naked tits many times, but never when she was being made to reveal them solely for my own gratification. Her crotch was covered with a plain, white pair of panties. I took my cock into my hand.
"Don't move until I'm finished." I was so unnerved by her acceptance of my new audacity, I wasn't sure I could get off, but her unresisting body was more than sufficient to raise sperm to the pitcher's plate. I tried to keep a steady, languid pace, but in the heat of my climax, my hand found itself ripping along my swollen prick. She waited, unimpressed, until my cum shot out into the hand towel I held in front of my cock. Afterwards, she told me to get her a beer.
I had more than a few disappoints attempting to recreate that evening. Mother fought every inch of that battle. Eventually the beaches cleared. Her fortitude gradually fatigued against the height of my sexuality. I began masturbating regularly in front of my mother a couple weeks after my seventeenth birthday. At some point she must have decided it wasn't worth her fading energy.
Justice weighs Her judgment on golden scales. My plate was sinking fast. One day, I was thrown clear when something plummeted upon the other plate. Up until that time, I had thought only of my own convenience and pleasure.
After the first time I masturbated openly in front of her, I seriously worried that I had overstepped her boundaries. That and because I didn't want to get into a rut, I gave mom plenty of non-sexual commands. The last piece of our psychological jigsaw puzzle fell into place when I least expected it. We were watching television on our beat up sofa. I was sitting, eating an orange. She reclined with her legs propped up on my lap.
"Mute button." She said the instant a commercial interrupted.
I clicked on the upbeat. Then I moved her legs and dropped the remote in her lap. I needed to throw the orange rind into the kitchen garbage. It was sure to be a long break. After tossing the rind, I opened the fridge and peered within. Not really looking, I suddenly piped up.
"Mom, cycle through all the channels ten times and remember the ones that are showing old, black and white films. I'm going to fix me a sandwich."
It was the lamest thing I ever told her, I think. My dick still got hard, but displaying it never crossed my mind. The act itself was erotic, there was no non-erotic control of my mother for me, ever. I fixed my sandwich, efficiently and quietly. I know I surprised her when I returned to the couch.
She surprised me like a thunderbolt. Her right hand manipulated the TV remote. Her left hand was reaching up her short short, left pant leg, and she was rubbing her clit. I dropped my sandwich on the beautifully varnished, hardwood floor. She ignored me, and in a whisper, recited her count on the remote.
"four... ," she languidly switched across all fifteen of our aerial's channels. "five... ," repeat, "six..."
My breath left me. I was prepared to suffer a stroke right then and sink into my final demise. I didn't need to see her fingers pushing into erect flesh, exciting her beneath white denim. I may have actually witnessed my mother masturbating during my previous 18 years, but it would have been a private event for her.
Here she was totally focused on her mission, enjoying it for what it was, an act of conceding her will. An unimportant event, such as her son catching her in the act of masturbating to the tune of her own capitulation, was the last thing that would interrupt her.
I did what any self-possessed eightteen year old would do under the circumstances. I picked up the sandwich, wiped the floor clean with the sink sponge, and then I cleaned out the sponge. Only after I heard her say 'ten' did I return to the main room. I shouldn't have waited. I only embarrassed myself.
"There were three channels showing old films. One was just beginning. The one with Sidney Portier."
"Thank you, mom."
"My pleasure."
I took my pleasure later that night by masturbating once again in front of my mother. She lay on the sofa-bed, reading a book.
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Straight SexSomething that I heard when I dropped David's suitcase kept bothering me. I needed to satisfy my curiosity, and then throw them all away, once and for all. When I got his bag open on the bed, I tore out every bit of the lining. I found just what I'd thought I'd find – a packet of letters, hidden from everyone, which meant they held something David needed to keep secret. The letters were recent, each one was dated, and they were written and presumably sent, about a week apart, for the last...
First draft loaded arse-ways so last try.This is the second part of a story I started a while ago. If you like this story you can thank the few people who bugged me to finish part 2. Thanks for all thefeedback. Always appreciated. Part one is here: http://xhamster.com/user/nyclover/posts/180993.html I lay on the bed watching and admiring this gorgeous teen getting dressed in a tiny pink thong and an oversized t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. When she was done I got up, put my...
The first week of the semester was as crazy as could be. It wasn’t enough that I was juggling my new classes, settling into my new apartment, and all that other stuff that I’d expected to do. Now, on top of all that, I was setting out on a new relationship— and that was the part that terrified me the most.I still hadn’t gotten used to the word “boyfriend”. Chad and I had only used it a few times, and only in private. The sound of it still seemed weird to me. That one word acknowledged we...
Gay MaleHi, all the readers & fans of this site. Here shomel again with my new sex experience. 1st let me introduce myself for the new readers. I am 22 years old. I am from dhaka city of bangladesh. I’m smart, attractive & 5’9” tall. I’ve fit body & fair complexion. I’m very much friendly, naughty and fun loving boy. I like girls who want to waste no time in developing a hot friendship & relationship . . I can fuck girls by my 7″ large & very much thick cock in many ways for a long time with true fun,...
Bella’s nanny, Percy , had been her only constant companion through all her years as an orphan , and even before her mother had died she had never failed to take her of Bella , Even when the ministry of magic had battered down her door and killed Althea Blythe as she slept. Bella thought often about her mother who was killed when she was 9, she had never known her father so had never really bothered with him, but her mother was always on her mind. Percy sensed Bella’s mind beginning to...
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I travel a lot for work and have boring hotel stays. One recently was more eventful. It was a national chain hotel which I had stayed in before. I got to my room finished my work and began having a look at this site on the internet. All these stories about other people getting laid made me very jealous and very horny. I went to the bar and had a drink, not many people there. I had hoped the receptionist was available, she was pretty, but she wasn't around. "you look as bored as I do" said a...
You are Zeb, a young man who finds himself wandering aimlessly across the countryside that used to be known as the United States before the Great War and the onset of the Dark Ages. You were raised in the slave camps in the East, where you worked in the ore mines, but you escaped and you are currently making your way westward on foot via one of the huge concrete freeways of old. You are not particularly intelligent and you possess merely average looks. In fact, the only thing that really sets...
Hi boys and girls…..I’m Mahesh, age 21 pursuing B.Tech. This story goes back to the time when I was in third year of my engineering and is about my seducing Swapna(I call her sister) without wasting time, will go through our story. Our family(dad, mom and me) live in a luxurious area in Tirupati. Our house is two floored. We reside in ground floor and the 1st floor is left empty as it was a penthouse. I usually use that room. Its all with my stuff like my old bicycle, my computer, a bean bag, a...
IncestI had nothing to do at work today and was bored so I rewrote my previous post in greater detail. Enjoy this true story and enjoy all the pics and vids I post. So the story behind my profile is that my best friend and I have known each other for probably just over 30 years. We met in college, were fraternity brothers and stayed in touch after college. About 15 years ago he moved back to Texas and we lived in the same city. We hung out a lot and and our wives became great friends. Our wives were...
"Hello, I'd like to file a complaint," Linda said to the man at the counter of the sheriff's office. "And what would that be?" asked the deputy sitting there. "I'd like to file a complaint against Buddy and Ray Harper, for trespassing and poaching on my land." "Lady, that's a serious charge," the man said, "You can't just make silly accusations..." "Silly accusations! I'll have you know I caught them in the act of teasing a trapped wolf not more than a fifteen minutes run...
Nina's encounter with Erin at the sports store weighed on her mind for the next few days. She realized that she had almost been forced into a lesbian experience that would have left her feeling degraded. She also couldn't understand her feelings before the events in the dressing room. Watching the motion of Erin's ass, and allowing Erin to see under her skirt, had happened almost automatically. At the time, she hadn't initially realized that she was even doing these things. The dressing...
My friends among the group always asked me, "Why Batman?" They've wanted to know why, of all the normal human heroes in comics, I picked Batman to base myself off of, and I never gave them an answer. I couldn't give them an answer. There was one, but it wasn't one that even I knew yet. I liked it that way. It kept me looking for answers as opposed to knowing them all. The only one that actually seemed to know anything about me aside from my public image was Angel, thanks to her gifts. I...
I decided that tonight was the night I would be a gurl for the evening. I shaved head, face, arms, pits, chest, ass, penis, purse, and legs. Next clean out my pussy. The prep work done, I showered and decided on what to wear.I laid out black thigh high stockings, a pink thong without a pouch for my penis and purse, pink bra, pink lipstick, pink 5” heels, and to top it off a pink wig.I sprayed myself with a perfume and proceeded to put on my bra. My tits are not very big “A” cup but my nipples...
It had been a week since I had raped the young girl in a deserted building by the park. I had been very careful to stay away from that area and young girls in general. All day I would be casting gazes over my shoulder, sure that I would see a policeman hurrying to catch me. What I had done had been REALLY stupid, a classic example of the little head doing the thinking instead of the big head. Now that a week had gone by I was starting to feel a little safer, but still had the jitters....
I was looking for sexual release for some time now, but it was getting difficult to achieve that alone. I wanted pleasure but was apprehensive about a relationship. I had tried watching porn and masturbate to that but even that was getting old. So, one day I got bored and tried a phone sex portal to find a filthy slutty woman who could talk me and I could get a sexual release through phone sex. I dialed the number and waited for someone to connect. “Hello,†I heard a sultry voice at the other...
Fetish"Well my sweet slut I think it's time to get you home. You've been such a great slut this weekend, with my friends and all, that I'm going to give you a treat. If we leave tonight there is a nice resturanct about 1/2 way home and we can stop and have dinner there." "Would you like that my sweet slut?" "Yes MASTER." "Good! So go out to the RV and put on that nice dress you started with. Comb your hair and put on some lipstick. I'll be right out." My MASTER was certainly being...
Magichat By: CheshireKitten23 Today was my day off, ever since I graduated highschool I had had plenty of those. Today I was exceptionally bored, all of my friends were busy and video games didn't seem to be as fun. And with that came the ideas of an idle mind, so I went on the internet and trolled. I tried to log onto my usual site but found I was banned "No big deal" I thought to myself. So I searched for new sites to torment the innocent, and on the front page( first suggestion...
The further adventures of a well endowed pizza delivery guy. The blaring techno-pop music jarred me awake. I hate techno-pop, that's why I use it force myself out of bed in the mornings. I lunged across my bedroom and stabbed at the off switch of my sound system. The relentless thumping bass cut off and I sighed, wiping the palm of my hand down my face. The bathroom was my next stop. I made sure that my half-hard dick was pointed at the toilet and cut loose. It doesn't take me long to piss....
Thank you for the comments made about my story. I had never intended on any of my characters being under age so here is a revised part 1 where I have corrected my mistakes. I hope you enjoyI always enjoyed seeing girls wearing swimming costumes and bikinis. I thought it was the simple fact you could see their curves perfectly and I enjoyed watching them move, but I soon started to think it could be more. It was the simple fact that when swimming the only thing separating their naked bodies from...
It had been almost five full weeks since Amy last visited Ted. That was the fifth time she had left me at home alone while she met another man for sex. Like the previous four times, when the sun rose on the day after her last visit, she acted as if it had never happened. She again returned to being Miss Prim and Proper around me and around our friends. No one would have ever suspected that this church-going, choir-singing, demure little housewife behaved like she did when she let her hair...
CuckoldMy mind was in turmoil when I escorted my daughter Katy to school for the first time. Of course, we had been there before, and was she probably a lot less nervous than I was. But starting school is a first real hint to a parent that someday something very precious to you will grow up, leave you and start a life of their own. I know, it would take more than a decade, but the seed was now planted. I should be prepared when the time came. When I looked at her interaction with other children, I...
Sunday Night“Honey?” my wife, Blaire, called out to me. “You coming to bed or staying downstairs?”“I’ll be up in a few minutes, hon. Gotta do the Oreo thing with Ash.”The last season of Game Of Thrones was in full swing, and the Oreo cookie company decided to issue a special batch of Oreos stamped with various factions, and they were served in a very cool package. Of course, we had to buy several packages. So after each episode, Ashley and I shared a glass of milk and ate GOT Oreos while we...
IncestAt night the further paths from the village were hard to travail, but Valeriya Artyomovna could come and go blindfolded. The branches and roots of the trees were as unruly as nature demanded, and unknown animals peered from their hideouts with gleaming eyes.Weren't humans one and the same? Didn't the wild animals feel similar apprehensions about her kin?Valeriya had nothing to fear, and no mystery would stop her from experiencing pleasure.Tonight she came to witness a peculiar breed of flowers...
Straight SexI looked at her body, just lying there, still asleep. I sighed smiling. It’s such a wonderful feeling to know she’s mine now. We’ve been together since we were teenagers, but now we’re out of college and living together. She sleeps naked now. I can see every groove in her body. Damn, she’s so sexy, it’s unreal! I can feel myself getting wet just looking at her body. The blankets that are covering us form to her toned thighs and calves. Her short brown hair is spread on the pillow, tangled...
Hello friends. I m bk with my new story after getting a very good response from my readers. For new readers my name is Ravi. In my last story, I wrote how one of my story readers Suresh contacted me and how I fucked his wife Priti while he pretended to be drunk and asleep. Coming to the story. Priti ki chudaai ke agle hi din woh aur suresh apne ghar delhi chale gaye. Maine priti ka number le liya tha aur kch din tak hum roz sex chat karte aur nude photos exchange karte the. Jab bhi suresh koi...
I was a 21 year old virgin. I know in this day and age that is rare, but I just never found anyone interesting enough to have sex with. I had many, many disappointed men not sticking around when they found out I had no intention of sleeping with them. I am beautiful. I'm 5'6, long, dark hair, full breasts, and as they say, curves in all the right places. I am also somewhat picky. I could easily pick out a man who was only interested in me for my body right away. The few men that I dated that...
First TimeWhen we got back to town I went and saw Monday. Demie said that she had some things to take care of, and gave me an address where I could find her after I was done. What I found was astonishing. Monday had not only cleaned his apartment, he had painted it! There wasn’t even one soda can on the floor. And it didn’t stink! He saw the look on my face. “Oh, yeah, I kinda decided to stop being so useless, in case Zee comes back with my kid. I wanna show her I’m ready to be a dad, y’know?” I sat...
"Chrissie" Part IIIVII by c.w. cobblestone Gina spun me around in the salon chair until I was facing Rebecca. My mistress smiled. "Perfect," she said. "Tight little curls, just like a little doll. And I love them green-and-red tips. All ready for the party. You're an artist, girl." "Well, thanks." Gina waved her hand at the salon floor. "Since he's here already, does he have time to clean up a little? We were pretty busy today and we probably shouldn't wait till the morning to...
Follows on a few hours after our mornings liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our good friends Manus and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the dialogue. Jay sat in front of the mirror in the hotel room applying her makeup and dressed in her bed robe while I had a shave in the bathroom. After Kylie had left us earlier we had taken a stroll up to Waterloo station and had a bite to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new dress to wear that...
It started as every other Christmas party. There were the ones showing up primed, liquored or stoned and the ones wanting to suck up to the boss. We can’t forget the ones who bring their significant others to show off or air them out annually. Being in charge of the entertainment, Teresa was back and forth with everything, ensuring the guests were having a great time, the food was ready and on time while verifying the shindig was on schedule. Being new to the company, Lance decided to give her...
Billie Pilgrim our Youth Pastor was my Sunday School teacher. She was very concerned about how so many of her students had been changed by the event and was quite worried about how to treat most of us. Many of the changed were very shy or sullen, not knowing how to act, but Billie saw how me and Anje were comfortable and came over to us. Anje was wearing a blue polo shirt with corduroy jeans and black sneakers; typical fashion for boys while Billie wore a cream colored skirt suit with...
I work with guys at my weekend job. 3 guys and me. When I first got the job I was hesitant because I'm a lesbian and yes I have a very sexual look. Guys always say to me i'm wasting good pussy on a woman alone. I guess the way I walk and how big my butt and tits are does something to these guys. Even at work when it's not busy we close up early and we sit in the back of the store talking. These guys are all Big Black Guys and they all are heterosexual. I know because .....One early close up...
Jenna had been working with my wife for the last two years. Her wedding was coming up and some of the girls in the office wanted to throw her a special party before she got married. My wife who is 49 is way older than most of the twenty something co-workers she works with. When they first asked my wife about coming to Jenna’s party my wife immediately said no. At 49 she didn’t really think it would be very appropriated for someone of her age to attend. They had talked to 6 girls already and all...
MILFFinding Out By SpectreOfHell It was just past midnight when Elizabeth slipped out of bed. Her husband, Phillip, snored deeply, and she knew from experience that he wouldn’t miss her. She stood for a moment gazing down at him, wondering how he could look so innocent in his sl**p after what he had done with their daughter. It had taken all her willpower not to give herself away, to act as though everything was still normal. She left him laying there and went to Claire’s room. Claire had kicked...